Hello, hello! I am back!
So, all I've been working on lately are one-shots, since I've finished writing this storyandanother one that I mentioned in the last chapter. I'll have it up when exams are done. Promise!
Before you begin, let me just say that even though this chapter is a little short, it's one of my favourites (yeah I'm Canadian). I'm pretty proud of this chapter actually. I'm surprised at how I even came up with it on the spot the day I was writing it.
Anyways, sorry for blabbering. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Austin and Ally or Taylor Swift.
Austin sighed as he licked his ice cream cone that Ally had bought for him. Going to the arcade, then music store, then ice cream truck was a routine between the two now.
He always got a chocolate cone with sprinkles, and she always got her plain strawberry one. Before their routine of frozen dairy, they walk together to the music store and gaze at the selection of percussions, woodwinds and brass instruments.
Austin would always try to will Ally to play the piano again, but she would always brush him off, telling him he should go play the drums or something. And so he did. He played the drums loud and clear, and when he glanced back at the slender brunette, she would be playing chords on the piano quietly. The piano was drowned out by his loud banging.
Sometimes, he would play a random beat, and watch he move her fingers over the keyboard subtly, playing down a melody only her ears can hear. When she liked it, she slipped her leather book out of her purse very secretly, jotting what she had played down.
She never told him why.
He never asked her why.
Austin glanced at the shy brunette who was busily writing in that leather book of hers whenever she got the chance. He tried to casually lean over and read it once, but failed miserably.
She had snapped at him and told him to stay out of her business with a harsh tone. But then laughed it off as she was telling him how 'scared' he looked.
Pfft.
"Austin," he heard Ally call him. He snapped his head towards her. "Your ice cream cone just melted in your hand," she informed him. Austin took a glanced at his chocolate ice cream cone.
"Aw man!" The frozen chocolate flavoured dairy was dripping down his gloved hand and onto his lap. It splattered over and was beginning to dry up. It looked real bad if you were to look at it from that angle...
Ally giggled and leaned over with a napkin in her hand.
"Let me help you," she sighed, closing her song book. She reached over and wiped the mess off his hand, holding it in her bare one, since she could only write with bare hands.
Apparently, gloved hands made her writing 'messy.'
She contently rubbed the staining substance from his gloved hand and he watched as she was about to rub it off his lap too when a wild blush approached her face.
"Uh - maybe you should -"
"Yeah."
She handed him a napkin and he began dabbing away the mess, soaking up the liquid dairy. Austin spent a second glancing at Ally by pretending to crack his neck. She was still flustered from what just happened.
Aw.
Just then he heard Ally's phone ring with the familiar noise known as Jackson's latest hit.
"Ally Dawson has friends?" His eyes bulged out of his head mockingly. She gave him a glare saying 'really?' He looked at her, daring for her to say something. Ally just rolled her pretty brown eyes at him and answered her phone.
"Hello?" Austin walked away to throw the wasted napkins in the garbage, dusting off fake dust from his jeans and jacket. He carefully tested the area on his lap with a finger to see if it was still noticeable.
Aside from a few cone crumbs, he was A OK.
"That's awful!" He heard Ally say as he sat back down. Austin gave her a questioning look as she held a finger out, wanting him to wait. He waited patiently as she nodded to whoever was on the other line of the call.
"Yeah, I'll tell him." Ally clicked her phone off after saying bye to whoever was on the line.
"'Sup?"
"Dez and Trish were stuck in an elevator together," she explained. Austin couldn't contain his laughter. He wiped a freezing tear off his face, clutching his hurting sides.
"What?" He exclaimed as Ally stopped when she knew he wasn't even listening anymore. "Sorry! Sorry!" He gasped for air. Ally waited until he was containable before starting where she left off.
"Yeah, apparently only Trish made it out sane." Ally said seriously. "What do you think she did to Dez?"
"Well, let's see," he said, cooling down. He let out a sigh as the laughing fit left him.
Felt good to laugh every now and then.
"A lot of things," he said after a while, startling Ally.
"Forgot you were there," she sighed. Austin noticed that the book had captured her attention again.
With its leather cover and flimsy pages.
What was so great about a leather book anyways?
That gave him an idea.
He yanked Ally up my the wrist, effectively making her book land in a melting snow puddle.
"Austin!" Ally shrieked, yanking her arm away from him. She picked up her precious book from the liquid mess on the ground.
"Oops," he said sheepishly. Ally glared daggers at him. She cradled the book in her arms, trying to dry the water by shaking it. The pages flapped around and stuck together. They almost started to freeze in the New York winter.
"Ugh!" She yelled. She was forced to hold the pages open so that the inside dried. Ally nearly freaked out every time someone even looked at her.
"Calm down," Austin had led her to a mall somewhere and was looking at some of the items through the windows.
Ah.
Perfect.
...
"Now is not the time to shop, Austin!" Ally gritted her teeth as her book dripped again.
"It'll make you feel better!" Austin grabbed her wrist suddenly and walked into the most spunky place he could find. "Also, it's warmer in here than outside. Your pages won't freeze together."
That shut her up.
The shop sold leather jackets, combat boots, lots and lots of black clothing and a bunch of piercing jewellery. It even had those punk rock kind of clothing for sale. It was one of those scary emo stores that everyone was so afraid to walk into.
"Austin what are we doing in a freakshow shop?" Ally asked, hugging her Christmas sweater around her small body. Her book was now dry enough to put away, so she slipped it back in her matching purse.
Ally stumbled after Austin who seemed to be perusing a death wish as they entered the interior of the shop. The sales clerk glared at the two of them, clearly irritated that they were too happily dressed kids, happy with their lives.
Unlike her on the other hand who looked like she had more tattoos than skin.
"Why are you so attracted to that leather book of yours?" He asked suddenly, eyes full of menace as he turned on her. She stepped back a little to make sure that was Austin.
Her Austin.
Well.
The Austin she knew.
Not that he was hers or anything.
Sigh.
"Tell me!" He demanded, his voice full of fake desperation. Ally rolled her eyes. Austin raised his eyebrows, giving her that adorable look of innocence.
"I don't know, it's just a secret diary. My song book. The one place I can really express my feelings and thoughts..." She went on and on until she noticed that Austin wasn't even there anymore. She must've started pacing when she rambled on.
Ally tended to do that a lot.
"Austin?" She called, walking around the strange place. It was pretty creepy.
All these tattooed people walking around looking for the most hideous pair of pants there was. Ally shivered.
Suddenly a pair a warm hands grabbed her from behind and into a dressing room.
Her first instinct was to scream and run and kick whoever was kidnapping her or whatever. A strong hand clamped over her mouth. She recognized the rough calluses of his hand.
His hand.
Ally gasped as she was greeted with Austin wearing a brown leather jacket, smoothing his hair out like some old fashioned biker while facing the mirror on the opposite wall. He turned around and raised an eyebrow at her.
"'Sup?" He looked at her seductively. She giggled. Ally howled with laughter as Austin stood there looking like a huge potato.
He leaned his arm on one wall of the dressing room as he frowned at her suddenly. Ally burst into another fit of giggles, almost falling over. Her laughs filled the empty dressing room.
I wonder if anyone's ever laughed in this hellhole.
"Are-are you wearing a l-leather jacket?" She gasped between giggles. He nodded.
"Since leather really worked for that book of yours I was thinking 'Hey maybe it would work for me too!'" Austin showed off his guns to Ally, making her laugh even more. She clutched her stomach, slapping the ground.
"Please! Don't ever wear that hideous jacket ever again!" She told him as he took it off, pouting at his genius plan that backfired.
So much for leather.
Man, that book was lucky.
"Just be who you are!" Ally told him. She got up off the ground as he was inspecting the jacket, like it was the flaw and not the plan itself. Ally watched as Austin back was turned to her, staring at himself in the mirror.
He was frowning at himself, wondering what went wrong. She doubted he even heard her the first time.
"You think I'd look better in a black leather jacket?" He asked, rubbing his chin and narrowing his hazel eyes at her. She giggled from behind him. When he still hadn't turned around she sighed.
"Just be who you are," she repeated more quietly. Ally stepped forward from behind him. He was still facing the mirror, so he couldn't see her.
She wrapped her tiny arms around him from behind, putting her face against his sturdy back. Her small hands found the front of his lean stomach. She brushed her hands up and down his abs, finding relief when he relaxed against her, sighing.
See? Wasn't that adorable? I got the feels just reading my own work. Asdfghjkl!
Thanks for reading! Next chapter is gonna be a big, important, and long one. ;)